Sometimes when I read (or, in this case, reread) a good book, I feel the need to post about it. Because people who aren't me have maybe not read the book, and maybe they'd like to. It feels almost like a responsibility to share that
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Oh God, I read that book at least once a year. I'm with you. The day it doesn't make me cry... And yes, my eyes are wet just from that one line. I am in Southwest Georgia and I've thought about driving over to Monroeville, Alabama and just haunting the place until I meet Miss Lee. But, I couldn't. She's too private.
I really do need to read it more often. I realized about 2/3 of the way through this read that I want this to be one of those books I know so well that I can automatically find a quote without even thinking. I adore it SO MUCH.
In this weird way, I have a hard time thinking of Harper Lee as, like, a person. She seems like she should be... more than a person, somehow.
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Also, *waves* I have hugs if they are welcome, but while I am at it, have an invisible red balloon. *twirls you*
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And then I wasn't not crying anymore.
ATTICUS.
*sniffles*
(and. *snugs* Thank you lots.)
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Like, I don't. I can't even. It makes me feel good about the universe, and people, and literature, and justice, and...
Man. I should reread this more often. I only read it every few years, and EVERY TIME I'm pleasantly surprised at how good it still is.
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God I love that book. (Both read aloud and to myself.)
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I never know quite what to do after readin git. I have all these things I should be doing but right now I'm just basking in the post-reading warmness.
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In this weird way, I have a hard time thinking of Harper Lee as, like, a person. She seems like she should be... more than a person, somehow.
*still sniffly*
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